I'm not as proud of the first poem as I was in 2016, but I really wanted to finish stuff this year, close the door on projects I started a long time ago.
So here's Isadora Smackle's response poem to Isaiah Babineaux's confession.
In other stories, they're endgame. In this one... You'll see.
I like your smile
It's always on
Lit up
And happy
In my mind
When you're gone
If I had known
Your smile was for me
Would I have changed
My destiny
I've loved
For a long time
This boy just like me
But your smile
In my mind
Is all I can see
I know one truth
I have to be loyal
I picked my side
But I like your smile